High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

The Red Scorpion Mother's voice was exceptionally pleasant, charming and alluring, like a gentle beauty from the Jiangnan water towns whispering in your ear, "Of course, if you are willing to submit to my demon race and voluntarily accept demonization, I might spare your life."

The voice was extremely penetrating, yet it concealed a deadly intent.

Upon hearing the sound waves, several demon-slaying supervisors below, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, immediately coughed up black blood, felt dizzy, and felt nauseous as if their internal organs were being cooked by a raging fire.

That was a highly poisonous demonic sound that directly affected the soul!

If it weren't for the fact that those ordinary people were of use to the demon beasts, they would probably all be dead by now.

A sense of despair spread like a plague through the Demon Slayer Division's ranks.

Two sixth-tier great demons.

This was no longer an extermination mission, but a complete one-sided massacre.

Today, their eight thousand elite troops are likely to be completely wiped out on this desolate riverbank.

Feng Mo ignored the bewitching, demonic voice.

He gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

He flipped his free left hand over and roughly stuffed a high-grade recovery pill, which exuded a strong medicinal fragrance, into his mouth.

The powerful medicinal force dissolved within his body, replenishing his depleted martial spirit power, which he then squeezed into the iron rod without reservation once again.

At this moment, the golden hoops at both ends of the Ruyi Jingu Bang were shining brightly, and the crimson surface of the staff was once again covered by surging martial spirit power, with its world-destroying aura gradually dissipating.

However, under Feng Mo's abnormal control, this aura, which was capable of destroying the world, was completely locked inside the rod.

No retreat, no surrender.

I don't care what kind of mountain king or old mother you are, you'll get a taste of my stick first!

"System, add me..."

Just as Feng Mo was preparing to make a desperate gamble and fight with his back against the wall.

A clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out from the heavens.

Clang—

The sound wasn't loud, yet it easily tore apart the oppressive cage jointly set up by the White Tiger Mountain Lord and the Red Scorpion Mother.

A huge hole tore open in the clouds, and a black, edgeless giant sword hundreds of meters long, carrying a terrifying sword intent that could sever all cause and effect in the mortal world, fell straight down.

The target was the enormous head of the White Tiger Mountain Lord.

The trajectory of its descent had an indescribable strangeness to it.

Sometimes as slow as an old ox pulling a broken cart, sometimes as fast as thunder and lightning; the distance in space loses its meaning in the face of this sword, as if it has been completely distorted.

"It's General Feng!"

Yang Jinyun abruptly wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and a fanatical light blazed in his previously ashen eyes. "An S-rank divine sword martial spirit! It's General Feng!"

"We're saved! Brothers, form ranks and defend yourselves!"

"Hahaha, with General Feng here, we might not be unable to fight these two great demons!"

The demon-slaying commanders, having been resurrected, quickly regrouped.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, Feng Qingyang, dressed in a green robe, stood with his robes fluttering in the wind.

He looked down and saw that even Feng Mo, who was in mid-air, was a great distance away from him.

As the instigator of this whole affair, this fisherman naturally couldn't just let out the fishing line without watching the rod.

Interestingly, the commotion underwater exceeded his expectations.

I thought I'd only catch a few small fish at most, but I ended up pulling up two giant, man-eating crocodiles in one go.

This fishing rod is probably getting a bit too hot to handle today.

Feng Qingyang formed a sword shape with his fingers and manipulated the divine sword martial spirit to press down.

Taking advantage of the moment when Baihu Mountain Lord raised his pseudo-martial soul giant axe to block, he raised his left hand.

A cyan jade talisman, shimmering with spatial fluctuations, transformed into a stream of light and landed precisely in Feng Mo's hand.

"Feng Mo, drive back to Shanghai immediately!" Feng Qingyang's voice boomed in Feng Mo's mind, filled with determination. "If it's too late, or if I'm defeated halfway, immediately crush this talisman. It will teleport you back to the Demon Slaying Division in Shanghai. Then, don't look back, go directly to Ning City to find Lei Jun and tell him that Shanghai is in danger!"

After giving his final words, which sounded like he was leaving a will, Feng Qingyang no longer hesitated. His figure transformed into a streak of azure lightning, rushing straight towards the battlefield below.

"clang--"

The deafening clang of metal shattered the clouds for dozens of miles around, revealing a clear blue sky and ripples.

The black greatsword clashed violently with the bronze axe stained with black blood.

The violent aftershocks of energy transformed into a hurricane, forcefully lowering the water level of the Xinlan River by three feet.

The massive body of the White Tiger Mountain Lord was smashed and sank dozens of meters, its four claws carving four bottomless cracks in the earth.

Its tiger-like eyes blazed with ferocity, and with a roar, a pitch-black domain suddenly unfolded around it.

That is its sixth-order domain—the Ghost Purgatory.

"Feng Qingyang, upon seeing me, why don't you kneel down immediately?"

The sky was instantly dyed a suffocating black, and countless broken and resentful souls crawled out of the void. They tore and devoured each other, turning into viscous black mud, trying to drag Feng Qingyang's divine sword spirit into the abyss.

Every wailing of a vengeful ghost carries the deathly aura that robs one of life.

"You beast, how dare you call yourself superior before me?"

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, his fingers forming a sword shape as he pointed in mid-air.

"Sword rise!"

Sky-Splitting Sword Formation, activate!

Tens of thousands of invisible sword energies were generated out of thin air in the Changgui Purgatory.

These sword energies have no fixed form; they are purely based on the concept of "cutting."

The black mud was shredded, the vengeful spirits were strangled, and the sword energy and black mist clashed wildly, forming a death zone that no living person could approach.

Feng Qingyang stood in the center of the sword formation, his voice carrying the true energy of a sixth-tier expert, resounding throughout the entire area: "All members of the Demon Slaying Division, heed my command! Abandon the mission, retreat immediately, and return to the Demon Capital!"

The demon-slaying officers below gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with resentment.

They are a battle-hardened army; they have never suffered such humiliation as retreating without a fight.

But military orders are absolute, and in a battle of this magnitude, leaving them behind would only be a burden to the general.

"Retreat!" Yang Jinyun shouted, urging everyone to evacuate.

However, a charming yet venomous voice suddenly rang out.

"Hehehe, you think you can just come and go as you please? You really think this desolate wilderness is your Shanghai's backyard?"

The Red Scorpion Mother lay atop the White Tiger's head, her venomous stinger trembling wildly.

As she finished speaking, twenty thick beams of demonic energy shot into the sky from the distant horizon.

Twenty fifth-tier demonic beasts, each with a different form, unleashed their twisted and deformed pseudo-martial souls, blotting out the sky and attacking.

The leading monster was a water serpent demon nearly a hundred meters long with deep blue scales.

It flicked its scarlet tongue, its vertical pupils filled with cruel mockery.

"Attack! Slaughter all these scum from the Demon Slayer Division, leave no one alive!" The Crimson Scorpion Mother issued the slaughter order.

The demons obeyed the order, and fifteen fifth-tier demon beasts directly attacked the Demon-Slaying Supervisor in Xinlan Town.

With fifteen against twelve, a crushing defeat was instantly achieved.

The other four, grinning maliciously, charged towards the large group boarding the plane in the open area in the distance.

If a fifth-tier demon were to rush into a group of low-level martial artists, the scene would be no different from a wolf among sheep.

The water serpent demon ignored its minions, its cold eyes fixed on Feng Mo in mid-air.